Apartment Industry Colleagues,
I have a secret. As a tolerant reader of this column, I consider you part of the circle of trust, so I’ll take the leap and share. Here goes … I’m beginning to think there may be hope for our political system.
As you recover from your shock at such statements of folly, you will recall the many times in my monthly missive where I have lamented the sorry state of...

You could say I was driven to RPM. I was working 12-hour days selling cars, and I knew it wasn’t the long-term career choice I was looking for. When I became a new mother, I also needed a new career with flexibility.
I joined the residential property management (RPM) industry in a part-time leasing position and grew fast in the job. Since then, I’ve taught industry certification courses, served...

It’s a miracle I wasn’t hit by a car in England.
When I studied there spring semester of my junior year in college, I spent the first three weeks looking the wrong way before crossing the street. I’m sorry, but the right side is the right side.
I couldn’t tell just how much weight I was gaining, because British scales are in stones, not pounds. (Spoiler alert: 13 pounds.) I learned it’s...

My grandparents’ above-ground pool was approximately the temperature of an ice bath. My cousins and I always had a blast once our internal organs had properly shut down and we were fully numb, but it was the getting in the water in the first place that posed the real challenge.
Even at a young age, I knew I had to create some sort of game to take the plunge. I thought long and hard about it,...